Have you ever listened to Moussorgsky compositions played on harp or guitar?  Which version did you like better?

…sound waves versus radio waves versus ocean waves…

Have you ever watched rain on a duck’s back?

Tonnes of water darken the sky – falling in droplets, rushing through the wet weather creek bed – the gulley washer dragging leaves, small pebbles, and colloidally suspended dirt particles to lower elevations.

How do snails hide from rain?

Does thunder rattle your brain?

My thoughts float on instrumental folk guitar notes.

An apple disappears into my digestive tract.

I am tuned out and tuned in.

Free to express my thoughts, wondering about the following phrase: “…or a corporation to which many gave up (or agreed in their thoughts to delay expressing) their personal beliefs in order to provide food and shelter for themselves and their families in a generic socially-acceptable setting).”

For what are you willing to give up being yourself, as rational or random or randomly rational as you want to be at any moment?

Do you support every form of open source?

I say I follow my instincts because I have no better way to express how I feel the moment flow through the me that does not exist.

Words are a limited form of expression but easy to assemble.

I choose to entertain myself with these words.

One-upping is not my goal, just the feeling that I was a unique example of myself as one member of my species in a split-second of a moment.

Micro/macro trends are a byproduct of being a person at my age, surfing the lifestyles of the rest of the members of my species in the global socio-politico-loco-ecosystem, pushing buttons and pulling levers in this alternate universe of a blog.

Any resemblance to what you call reality is coincidence.

Your lives are so much more interesting, varied and wonderful than one blog could hope to capture.

Be fruitful and multiply.  If you can’t do that, do whatever else expresses you at your best or worst, at your leisure.

The last strummed note of the guitar fades.

And with that, this blog entry closes.

Dance as if everyone is looking to see you re/learn what being you is all about from one fantastic moment to the next!